After some months of waiting, it is finally Bluebell season at the Clent Hills.
For the next few weeks the woodland floor is carpeted with the little flowers, and I shall be going as often as possible to get the shot. You know, that one. The one that just screams spring and woodland and nature and whatever.
I didn’t get that one today, nowhere close. I will be returning tomorrow, and as often as I can in this purple bonanza.
But for now, perhaps a taster of (hopefully better) things to come.
And no Nik Silver anywhere in sight!